Page 127 of The Ex Factor

He bent and brought his mouth to me. “Only yours,” he reasserted. “Along with everything else that I have.”

His weight felt wonderful as he brought his knees around me on the bed and kissed me. I wasn’t a slight woman, but his big palm cradled my face as if I were a delicate doll. His breath was the most comforting thing I’d felt in a long time. Like him, his kiss was calm, assured, tender, but held the passion of a roaring wildfire.

“Fuck me, Sujit. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Neither can I,” he said and kissed me again.

He stood and positioned himself at the edge of the bed. When I opened my needy, wanton legs, a smile rippled across his lips.

“Look at you, my darling. You are so beautiful with your legs open for me. I can gaze at you all day long.”

I felt my face flush, and I pushed my breasts closer with my arms.

“How about now?” I teased.

He raked his hand through his hair and shook his head.

“You have no mercy, do you?” he said and grabbed my tits in his big hands, squeezing them. All blood rushed to my nipples, which were plump and erect, ready for his mouth again.

He read the anticipation in my eyes. “Tell me,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want to see.”

My back arched again. There was a difference betweenwhat you wantandwhat you want to see. He knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted to watch him feasting on me.

“Grab them between your teeth,” I said.

My breath was lava as I watched him clamp down on my nipple. His tongue swiped the small area available to him as he held the big nipple tight. A light groan emerged from my chest. He pulled it upward, creating a sweet tension in the breast, then bit down hard. It was only a couple of seconds of brutality, but it unleashed a thrill that had me grinding against his leg like a cat. Begging to be taken. Then he moved to the other breast and did it all over again.

“Mark me, Sujit. Mark my body as yours,” I begged like I never thought I would. With him, I could unleash my desperation without fear.

“Where?” he asked, unflinching at my request.

I pointed to the swell of my left breast. “Here.”

His mouth closed on the area—all suction. This fucking god knew how to deliver a perfect hickey! I luxuriated in the warmpinch. Gazing down at the beautiful bruise on my chest, I pointed to my shoulder.

The underside of my breast came next, and a final one on my neck.

“The next time we go out, I want you to keep your neck uncovered. I want the world to see my mark on you, Aarti Bhatia,” he said.

I couldn’t hold it any longer. “Please,” I said with an edge in my breathless voice. “Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. Deep. All the way to my core.” I was not ashamed to beg. I would beg all my life to be fucked by him.

This time when he stood upright, he rubbed his cock all over the opening. When it crashed against my clit, an electric bolt ran through me. I saw him guide it in, tenderly and carefully.

I became the deep moan that emerged from my chest. Wet and ready as I had been, having him inside me set a new bar for what it meant to be dripping. With every thrust, an exhilaration flooded through my walls. In the silence of the room, I heard the slick sound of my body, which aroused me further.

When I flicked the switch on my wand, it whirred in a quiet rhythm. The moment I placed it where I wanted, the sensations became overbearing. The way he filled me up was already giving me a heady rush. Adding my sensitive clit to the equation threatened to tip me over the edge. I modulated the pressure, allowing my body to retain some semblance of lucidity. My legs, bent at the knees, spread wider to give me the maximum contact with Sujit.

He leaned over to reach my breasts, gently at first. Then, as the heat washed over us, he squeezed them tight. He closed his fingers around my nipples, and I felt the effect of the pinch in my stomach. My muscles clenched, and I slammed the wand harder on my erect clit. An unexpected shriek escaped me and the toy slipped from my grip. I was losing it fast.

Chasing the dancing toy with dexterity, he brought it back to the desired spot, his dick firm and steady inside me.

I guided his hand holding the wand to the tender-most spot, and groaned as he pressed it snug. His thrusts resumed—slow, rhythmic, steady. My only option was to surrender to his movements rocking my body. My eyes dropped closed as he turned up the speed, his cock ramming into me like I had demanded. The wand cinched tight.

The tremors hit my belly first and I clutched the sheet beneath me. My breath hitched and remained suspended, awaiting the tidal wave that would wash me into the deepest recesses of the sea. My legs began to close up.

“No, sweet girl. You need to keep them open,” Sujit urged, and the tsunami I was waiting for crashed into me. As if his voice held the validation it needed, my orgasm torpedoed through me, and I reached for his hand holding the wand. He swatted it away.

“Jouissance,” was his pithy reminder.

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